A Fair Meeting on Dark Paths

I chanced upon her, a few days back between the smoke and fumes, on a road littered with the remains of fire crackers, there our eyes met amid the sparks and flames, sweet smoke exits into a failing circle of white, those keen eyes shining golden brown, I knew it could not be for me I walked away lost in thought, when the 4 ended and the 6 began I did not know but the cigarette was at its life’s end I reached again for the pack the thought of chain smoking came into my head it was easily pushed away but that second of thought, that small distraction and the lighter slips time slows down my hand drops I feel the cold steel on the tip of my finger, but then it bounces out and then there an other dent
I bend down to retrieve my prize and then out of the conner of my eye I spy her again was she following me or was it just chance I straighten up and walk away, light up again and drift back into peace. I push her out of my mind its getting easier to do that of late pushing things out. but then again I turn and there she is following me faithfully I wonder why. Why? Does she follow me is she afraid, does she seek my help, does she need some thing, but then what do I have to give? I ask her point blank and straight, she continues to stare into my eyes, I turn away and walk slowly she moves like shadows in water swift yet slow easily overtaking me in a few strides I watch her she guides me on to paths I once walked a long time ago, and then she stopped as if to let me know she was waiting for me, it was a strange feeling of belonging, a smile broke upon my cracked lips. I walked up to her and stared back into my eyes I bent down and sat on the ground and stared into her eyes at last I put out my hand , her fur was sleek and soft it was a rich black. We walked more and she led me here and there it was nice to have company for once I didn’t find my self wanting to run away, nor the fear of rejection. It weird when all else fails and I take to walking dark roads of my subconscious mind, I find peace from a passing friend.
Never have I looked down upon them but I feel I have not honored these fair creatures enough. They are noble, and kind I heart, wise yet playful, the stars shine in their eyes yet they trod the streets as beggers, but royal is their heritage.